How Sad Poem by Michael P. Johnson

Sad must be one’s journey through life
With suitcase pack and bags
Hand in hand as the devil’s wife
Adorned with filthy rags

Oblivious to The Father’s Light
Unknown Salvation’s Way
Ignorant of the unseen fight
Leading the lost astray

How sad to see the sheep like flock
Ewes twixt thistle and thorn
Once docile rams running amok
Each by their master shorn

The thieving devil shows no care
Nor love can they await
For Satan’s hordes have nought to share
But evil served with hate

Blinded the foolish sheep wander
Deceived through hill and dale
Whilst in a field next out yonder
Someone would lift their veil

Someone would open wide their eyes
Show them The Way to go
Lead them safely to Paradise
Where living waters flow

But will they come toward the voice
Will they pay heed The Call?
Will they make once a wise like choice
Or dither till they fall

We all are sheep and somehow blind
With choices yet to make
Take The Shepherd showing He’s kind
Or make a sad mistake